The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Brooke was tired after a long day of classes and dance rehearsal, but there was still more to do before she could find some time for herself to relax. Next up, meeting Emily to study for History, but first, a stop in her dorm room to drop off some of her books from the day.

Stepping into her room, Brooke tossed her backpack onto her bed and took a quick look at herself in the mirror. Her long dark hair tied and flowing over her left shoulder combined with her comfortable clothing couldn’t hide her toned body. A few quick brush strokes later she was off, grabbing her history book and notebook off of her desk, and out the door, no need to change as she was just going down the hall.

Two quick knocks later and Emily was opening her door, asking “Hey Brooke, how’s it going? with a friendly smile.

As a slightly musky smell wafted to her nose, Brooke responded, “Good, pretty tired though. Is everyone else here already?”

“Nope, Kelly and Rachel told me to start without them—they’ll be late. It’s just us for now.”, as she opened the door wide to let Brooke in.

As they both entered the room, Emily offers to take the wooden chair while Brooke slides into the comfortable bean bag chair. The musky smell grows bolder in Brooke’s nose, making her think of sweaty bodies moving against each other. Previous sweaty experiences with her boyfriends… Bringing her focus back to the present, Brooke looks over at Emily and watches as she eases herself down onto the wooden chair, noticing a strangely distant look on her face.

“Ok, so we were talking about the industrial revolution in class…” as Brooke was talking, she noticed that Emily still looked distant, and that she was breathing a little fast… “I’ll start reading the chapter out loud, then we can talk about it, ok?”

In a breathy monotone, Emily responded “yesss”, her body obviously relaxed and her legs slightly spread.

With a response of “Great”, Brooke starts to read from the book, going into detail on the industrial revolution and the influence of machines on society. As Brooke continues to read, she can’t help but notice Emily’s hands slowly sliding along her thighs and that she was breathing heavily. Why would she be doing that? The sound was slowly turning Brooke on… Making her think even more of naked bodies… Moving hands...

Continuing to read, Brooke couldn’t help but be distracted by gentle moans and slightly wet sounds coming from where Emily was sitting… Looking up, Brooke noticed that Emily, eyes closed, had her legs spread wide, one hand cradling a breast under her shirt, and the other hand moving gently, insistently under her panties.

Brooke couldn’t help but stare for a bit as Emily continued to slide her fingers against her body, moaning, finally asking “What are you doing Em?!”. Upon asking, the only response from Emily was a moan of pleasure, her eyes still closed, hands still moving on her body.

Setting her history book down, Brooke could feel her own arousal increasing as she watched Emily’s hands moving over her own body. Watching one hand slowly, firmly squeezing her breast while her thighs purposefully rise to meet her hand that is moving down below.

Brooke could smell the musky smell of Emily’s arousal as she continued to play with herself. All Brooke could do was watch and see what happened. Watch as Emily’s hands moved… played… aroused…

Brooke could feel her own breathing increasing, her own body growing moist as she watched Emily. She couldn’t help but feel her own arousal slowly building as she watched her friend get closer and closer to orgasm.

Watching her hands move so insistently, her mind obviously entirely focused on her own pleasure. Watching them move, slide, pleasure, pulse against her body, seeing the obvious arousal building.

Hearing Emily’s moans increasing, some words forming as she moans… “feel the pleasure”... “need to play”... It was almost a mantra, the phrases “need to play” and “feel the pleasure” repeating over and over, each and every time increasing her pleasure, getting her closer and closer to orgasm.

Brooke couldn’t help but watch, entranced by Emily’s obvious focus, her mindless drive to her own pleasure. Each of Emily’s hands moving in an intricate dance below her clothing, sliding, rubbing, caressing. Another pleasure-filled moan rising from her mouth as her thighs move against her hand. “Need to play”, a breathy whisper. “Feel the pleasure” a needy whimper.

“Need to play” as her arousal built…

“Feel the pleasure”—Brooke could see a wet spot building between Em’s legs. Growing slowly larger as Em’s obvious arousal was building to a crescendo.

“Need to play”

“Feel the pleasure”

Em kept repeating her mantras, her hands pushing her body closer and closer to orgasm. Pinching her nipple, rolling her clit between her fingers. Obviously entirely lost in the need, desire to orgasm.

“Need to play” Brooke almost found herself repeating the mantra, her body naturally responding to the display in front of her.

“Feel the pleasure” Brooke had to catch herself from sliding her own hand further up her thigh. As it was, she was gently, rhythmically squeezing her thighs together…

Finally, with one final, insistent thrust of her thighs, Em came. Her entire body spasming, thrusting with an incredible orgasm. Her neck and cheeks red with the exertion, her eyes closed as her head gently rolls back against the chair.

Brooke watched as Em just laid there… The post-orgasmic bliss obvious by her breathing and the small mini-orgasms she was obviously experiencing. The smell of sex filling the room.

Finally, with a gentle inhale, Em sits back up “Oh, I’m sorry, did I nod off again? I’m so tired from all of my classes!”

Brooke couldn’t quite believe it… She’d just watched Emily masturbate in front of her, and she doesn’t seem aware of it? “Yeah, of course, classes…”

“So, sorry about that, where were you before I nodded off? Actually, hold that thought, I let me go get us some snacks—I’m starving!” And with that, Em got up and left the dorm room, closing the door behind her. After what she just watched, Brook could entirely understand Em’s hunger...

What just happened?! Brooke couldn’t help but be super curious and more than slightly aroused by what she just saw. Did Emily really just orgasm in front of her?! Why would she do that?

Thinking about what she just saw, Brooke couldn’t help but notice a little message icon blinking on Em’s screen. Finally, the curiosity too great, she moved over to the wooden chair, sat down and clicked the icon, causing a chat window to open up. Apparently she’d been chatting with someone named “MCMic”. The last few lines were talking about what a great time they’d had together, Emily thanking him for the hypnosis experiences and Mic saying something about how she wouldn’t remember most of them afterward…

The message log was quite long, Brooke thought to herself perhaps she should scroll up and start from the beginning… It started out simple enough, just two people starting to get to know each other. Chatting and talking about their interests and lives. And this is where it started to get really fascinating. Mic mentioned that he was interested in hypnosis. Matter-of-fact, he was a skilled hypnotist.

Emily was interested… And so was Brooke. “What sort of things can you do with hypnosis?” was Em’s response. “Almost anything you can imagine. Anything from party tricks like forgetting a number or your name to more serious like helping you study or practice things. I’ve even shared incredibly erotic experiences.”

The conversation continued, with Mic explaining more, sharing more about the wonderfully relaxing experience of going deeply into hypnosis. Describing how easy it was to sink deeper and deeper, letting yourself go. Deeper and deeper as you just follow the words. Relaxing more and more, deeper and deeper.

Brooke woke feeling so relaxed and energized. It always felt so nice to sit in this wooden char. Em was here too, looking at her, eyes wide…